Suki no Hito wa Omae : Chapter 9
Story: Suki no Hito wa Omae (好きの人はおまえ)
Chapter 9: History
Pairing: YamaJima, OkaYama, OkaTaro
Genre: Romance, Drama, Violence, Smut, Angst
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Summary: He was his servant, He was his master. What kind of story would unfold?
A/N: Dedicated to bluebellz81 , since requested for it from here! :D Do request if you have any fics that you would like me to write! :D Do leave your name there, so I can dedicate it to you! :D
Keito saw his cousin leading Ryosuke back to his room, and he turned. He'll just have to sleep this off. Shoving his hands into his pocket, Keito sighed as he slowly walked back to his room.
He had just plopped onto the bed, closing his eyes. 'Why is all these happening?' Ruffling his own hair memories of the past came back, as a bitter smile just hang on Keito's lips.
Being part of the Okamoto family wasn't easy for him. With all the routines and manners. Since he was cousins with Yuto, the stress on him was even higher.
Yuto was everything he wasn't. He was smart, polite, fun, good in dance and musical instruments. There were even more good points of Yuto.
Not wanting to lose to the heir of the Nakajima household, Keito's father had forced him to pick up more things, learn more skills.
That very day he saw Ryosuke. He came to visit the Nakajima household with his father. The comparing started, and he crept away.
There, he just sat in a corner and cried. That was when Ryosuke came into his life. The boy's smile brightened his life, and gave him hope.
Ryutaro came into Keito's room to wake him up in the morning, and there, he saw his master lying peacefully in the center of the king size bed. A small smile just surfaced on his lips, as he pushed the memories of what had happened yesterday to the back of his mind.
"S-STOP!" Keito had started trashing around, and the younger boy rushed to his side. 'It's that dream again.' Grabbing Keito's shoulder, he tried to shake his master awake.
Normally, that would have woke up the light sleeper, however this time Keito didn't. "Keito-sama, Keito-sama. Please wake up." Ryutaro slapped his master's cheeks lightly, and also pinched it. He's not waking up.
Cursing inwardly, Ryutaro blame that his sister at home is drilling too much fairytales into him. In a swift movement, Ryutaro had boldly leaned down and kissed his master on the lips.
Eyes had immediately opened, and Ryutaro felt Keito kissing back. He had hopped out of the bed, and kept moving back, with his head down. "Sorry Keito-sama. You were having a nightmare, and I tried to wake you up."
The older boy had now propped himself up on the bed, and looked at Ryutaro with half opened eyelids. With a wave, he signaled for his servant to move closer.
When Ryutaro was at his bedside, Keito pulled the boy down with him onto the bed. Soon, Keito was straddling the younger boy. "K-keito-sama ...?"
Without saying anything, Keito dove down, kissing the younger boy. Slowly, his tongue slid pass Ryutaro's lips, forcing them open.
Ryutaro had struggled, but Keito's grip on his hands were strong. All he can feel was Keito kissing him, his master's tongue in his mouth.
Tears fell, as Ryutaro thought, 'I'm just a substitute. Why do I feel so pain? It what I've ever wanted ... right?' He just gave up fighting all together.
Ryutaro had literally felt his heart broke when he had heard Keito whisper, "Ryutaro ..."
Was this a sick joke?